No, thank you. [he follows her inside, a hand sliding under the collar of his cape where the fastener is set, peeling the purple off shoulder to shoulder and draping it over his arm. it makes him look smaller, sans flowing fabric.
he stops at the dumping-grounds bed, giving things a little regard one by one, staring a little longer at the book at wondering.]
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he stops at the dumping-grounds bed, giving things a little regard one by one, staring a little longer at the book at wondering.]